I can’t remember if she liked broccoli

a poem by Leah White

these thoughts blink into a day
a mystery mark on a shaken etch-
a-sketch— I draw & redraw her

she the memory of water & the roar
she the lyric from no song gone

but white noise that rises up the body
in between channels I write

the address wrong— endlessly feel
through piles of leaves for her hush
there is no number no street

so draw a line and set the words
on one side so make a pile to bury
them in so    so    so

(some language borrowed from CL Young’s work)